Sister Missionaries

On those days when I think I don't want to do anything, or interact with anyone, or make any effort to talk to another human being, I always find that if I do it anyway, I am happier.  

Last night, the sister missionaries texted and asked if they could come over to teach a lesson.  I texted them back first thing this morning and said, "Absolutely yes!" not because I was super enthusiastic about having them over, but because I knew that as the day progressed, I would talk myself out of saying yes.  

At first I didn't want to let them come because we had a few things scheduled.  

Then, as the snow continued throughout the day and thing after thing was cancelled due to weather, I didn't want to let them come because snuggling up on my couch in my fuzziest jammies sounded so much more appealing.  

But fortunately, I had already said yes.  

Not two hours before they arrived, I had hit my 5:00 slump where everything feels heavier and even the smallest of challenges become monumental in my head.  I prayed for sustenance to get through dinner and the missionaries, and then I had planned to crawl into bed early and sleep off the weight of the day.  

But those sister missionaries are delightful and excited about their purpose and that is contagious.  We chatted and connected with the newer missionary for a few minutes and then they started their lesson...on family history.  I LOVE family history!  Within the short hour that they were here, they lifted my spirits, reminded me that I am not struggling through mortality on my own, and resecured hope and purpose for me.  

And I was reminded of one of my very favorite quotes...

"In the gospel of Jesus Christ, you have help from both sides of the veil, and you must never forget that.  When disappointment and discouragement strike - and they will - you remember and never forget that if our eyes could be opened, we would see horses and chariots of fire as far as the eye can see, riding at reckless speed to come to our protection.  They will always be there, these armies of heaven."  - Jeffrey R Holland

I am grateful that there are numberless concourses of heavenly helpers available even when I have forgotten them.  I'm grateful for a sincere lesson from two 19 year old girls to remind me of the strength that is available beyond my own.  And I'm grateful for tiny truths that lead to great reassurance.